San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-03-17

'GreaC Heaven, Mar an Weber, have
you let him follow you2n
"He has followed-without my knowl-
edge"
at is like his impertinence.
"Georgina, you are unjust. Mr..
Marble could never be impairment"
Marian" said Mrs. Laurstun. eager
ly, with her eyes upon the approaching
horse and rider. Floyd Marble is com
ing To take you by storm. In society he
takes his turn with others. Here, he
skill Now, Marian. in these few mo-
mentS-De. ore he cJmeS-let me speak.
will speak. and then Won will decide
as you may. You know his character,
Marian - fascinating and -untrusty.
Remember that. You know that you
are rich, and he is poor. Remember
that. You know that he is splpndidly
handsome, and that you are plain. o,
my poor friend, Floyd Marble will
never make you happyl"
The features of the listener scarcely
changed during this harangue.
You are needlessly alarmed, Georg-
ina," was all she said.
mo, no, am not. You like him.
have always known it. But promise me
one thing-promise it, beseech you,
Marian; that you will not engage your
self till you return home.n
Miss Weber's face grew suddenly
haggard.
"You jump at conclusions" she said,
family. II have no idea of being rash.
have no idea that Mr.. Marble cares
for me in that way"
20. Marian, he is making even you
insincerel"
Meantime, the object OF this animated
dialogue had approached the house, rid
ing rapidly. He sprung gracefully from
his horse and lifted his hat.
Mrs. Lauriston - Miss Weber,
crave million pardons for finding you.
have but one apology. could not
help it," was his smiling address.
Miss Weber's small hand was icy cold.
Mr.. Marble held it an instant in his dry,
warm palm. She had not risen, and lie
stood looking down into her grave, col
orless face, with his own hooking, mag
netic smile, with something between
reproach and defiance in his eyes.
Again the slow. youthful flush spread
over Marian Weber's cheeks and throat.
"She loves him. May the good God
help her! She loves him!" Mrs. Lauris-
ton said, excitedly, to herself. II am
a fool to feel so, but l can't help it,"
She rose, and began to make some ex-
cuse for leaving them. IF | stay" she
reflected, II shall betray how l hate
him, and they will both detest me for
ever AFTER" and stammering her pre-
texts, she went away.
Marble moved camp-chair beside
Miss Weber's and leaned upon the arm.
"You were cruel to run away" he
said, half tenderly and half in anger.
AFTER our month together-a month
of Paradise to mel did not think that
you would go without a good-by, leav-
ing no address,"
Miss Weber lay back heavily in the
large chair.
messages" she said.
He leaned so close that he felt her
SILVER slightly.
"Do yon think you can deceive me?"
he asked. You ran away from me.
MAY ask why, Miss Weber,"
No. You have no right to ask such
question"
She had risen to her feet abruptly,
but he had risen, too, and was close be-
side her. He was tall, broad-shoul-
dered fellow, with penetrating blue
eyes, a gold-colored moustache, passion
ate, sanguine, amative. A pyscholo-
gist would have known that the slim,
reticent, cool-tinted girl before and be-
low him would not withstand him long.
you have no right" she repeated,
with proud kind OF fright in her face.
He caught her hands, held her fierce
ly, but all the time with smile, and
stopped over her.
30, yes, l have the right, Marian, for
l love you" Still grasping her hands,
he stood off to read her face. Il love
you, darling. And-you love mel" 1t
was triumphant announcement, rather
than plea.
mo, no." she said, family. Il fear
you"
"That may be-" said Floyd Marble,
with his cool smile still on his lips, but
you love me; and, darling"-his arms
were around her; he crushed her sud-
denly against his broad breast,-"darl-
ing-darling'-kissed her madly be-
tween the words-'you need not fear
met"
She had cried out family. That was
all the resistance she made. Floyd
Marble placed her again in her arm
chair, and took his own seat.
II am ashamed of myself" he said,
soberly. II came here to prove my self
control as well as my love. But the
-i"ht of vour sweet eves-the sound Of
ITO be Continued